Hello! How are you? I am just living my lil messy life over here. Not messy like drama, messy like I’m super messy. But that’s not what inspired this post…this post was inspired by a super random little thing I do that just occurred to me today as probably not very cool (it’s #2 on the list).
That’s when I was faced with a choice = I could a.) change this habit OR b.) blog about it and keep doing it
I obviously decided to keep doing it because I’m very big on self acceptance. But maybe I should try and work on at least one or two of my bad habits in case I want to make friends one day. So here is the preliminary list – I’ll maybe choose one to work on next year. TBD.
Reasons You Would NOT Want to Live With Me:
1. I wake up super early and am a ‘morning person’. This means as soon as my eyes are open I’m up, making coffee, talking to Vegas and dancing around waiting for the sun to come up so I can run.
I try to be quiet as I get ready in the morning, but I’m bad at that.
For example: I woke up before 4am today and couldn’t go back to sleep?! So I just got up and sipped coffee while Vegas acted too cool to be my friend…
2. Sometimes I’m not sure what I want for a snack so I’ll take a few bites of a yogurt and put it back in the fridge. This means there are often multiple open/half eaten yogurts in there. (In my defense the top shelf of the fridge freezes them sometimes so I can’t finish the open ones until they thaw again.)
3. I have SO MANY running shoes and race medals and other random running or workout junk!
Note:
I do put it all back in its place when I’m done with it, but there isn’t a lot of room so I feel like it’s EVERYWHERE. My running shoes dominate the shoe closet, my weights are pushed to the side but I don’t have a gym or anywhere appropriate to push them, my visors are hung up all over the water closet… What I really need is an amazing and reliable shoe cabinet to keep everything organized and in its proper place. With an amazing and reliable shoe cabinet like the ones at Kuchemate, I can finally declutter and create a more functional space for my belongings.
4. Sometimes you might come home and it will smell like magic because I baked something.
And you’ll get all excited because it smells like vanilla and cinnamon and butter had a baby.
But then I’ll have to tell you it’s actually some healthy buIIsh*t protein powder cupcakes or something.
Or even worse – There will be times I did bake something with real butter and sugar and it was so amazing I ate it all before you got home.
5. Okay, to give myself a tiny bit of credit – I do like to cook. So, I’ll cook for you.
Last night I made shrimp fried rice with the leftover Chinese food from the day before. It was so good!
But, this bad thing about me cooking is – I am actually the world’s MESSIEST COOK ever ever ever. Seriously.
I somehow managed to dirty 22 dishes and get rice all over the floor and counters and ceiling while cooking this meal.
Ben has said that I eat like the Cookie Monster. Hit the nail on the head.
6. I might come home with cuts on my face. And you’ll get worried and ask me what happened (because you’re my roommate in this story, remember)?!?
And I’ll be confused, which will make you think I am in some secret Fight Club and not inviting you. Then, we’ll discover it’s just food I rubbed on my face and have been walking around with all day. Classic Monican.
Yep. That happened today. It was from the raspberries I was eating in the car on the way home from Costco. Fantastic.
7. The volume is broken.
Yeah, the volume is broken – not on the remote, but on ME. I AM LOUD. I don’t know why exactly because it’s not just when I’m mad – I am loud all the time. My laugh is so loud it scared a lady at the super market one time.
i think i’m probably way worse than i think i am. thank God i live alone and have now for years. if i ever find a man, oh boy…
btw this post had me laughing a lot. i find you f*cking hilarious girl.
Hah! I’m a “morning person” too. One of my college dorm roommates threw a coffee cup at me once. She was NOT a morning person. I was up getting ready for class one morning while she was still in bed — not making noise or anything — and she just grabbed it off her nightstand and threw it at me. She said she could just feel my morning happiness from across the room and couldn’t take it any longer. We were (and still are) good friends but quickly figured out we shouldn’t be roommates if we wanted to stay friends.
Am in the 4am club too! 🙂
You and I have so much in common 🙂 Especially using a million dishes to make something really simple. I have a knack for destroying my kitchen.
I’m very particular and things irritate me easily so if you’re my roomate you’re screwed. I find when my boyfriend is over i spend 30 minutes cleaning and such after he leaves. I need to put everything back where I prefer it. He has no clue. I was up past midnight on sunday doing so.
I leave my meals out on the counter and graze. So lunch turns into late afternoon snack and sometimes i’ll finish it for dinner.
I hate people touching my stuff. LOL. I’m scared for us when we finally live together.
My roommate eats everything that I could for both of us so I guess I’m a good one 🙂
Hahaha! This made me laugh so much, I think I could handle your “flaws” just for the comic relief. 🙂 Plus, I hate to cook, so there’s that.
I woke up at 4:15 this morning! What’s up with that? I try and be quiet too but my dog doesn’t let me sneak out of the room. I love to cook/bake too but I’m pretty good about cleaning as I go!
This is hilarious – thanks for sharing. In my opinion, as long as you acknowledge that the habits might be annoying to other people, it’s not that bad…or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
I think I would be a delightful roommate – at least my husband thinks so (but he kind of likes me anyway). I will say one bad habit I have is laundry – I hate folding laundry, so most of the time I have one or two baskets of clean laundry sitting around that I paw through to find clean/unwrinkled clothes. Then, because the baskets are occupied with clean laundry, the dirty laundry ends up in a pile on the floor. My husband says nothing. I’m pretty sure he either doesn’t notice or is afraid I will make him to the laundry instead.